(Camera fades into the Duluth Courtyard Suites hotel, where a limo pulls up and slows down into the driveway. Ryan Youngblood and Steve Slayer get out, and, to no ovation, walk into the hotel.)
Ryan Youngblood: Whew it feels good to not be bothered for once.
Steve Slayer: Tell me about it, I just want to sleep.
RYB: Besides, can this down get any more run down?
SS: Yeah, I thought I saw a homeless homeless guy.
RYB: What a shame. Theres going an increase in the population of bums after this coming match. Three more people to live out on the streets.
SS: Major Impact?
RYB: You got it. The new guys. Young, dumb, full of.. anyway. They think they're here to make a difference, they think that we're stepping stones. WE, MARTIAL LAW, stepping stones! Hah! We've already had a title shot. We've proven ourselves worthy.
SS: We're the NUMBER ONE ranked tag team in GLCW.
RYB: Major Impact, I fear you're taking us lightly. You think that this match is going to be a walk in the park. The only walk in the park I can compare this to would be a midnight stroll around Central Park. You're always going to be looking behind your back, being alert. But, John, Jon, Ric.. There is no hope for you. You're going to be captured in the upcoming monarchy of Martial Law.
SS: We're here to rule GLCW for years to come. And there is nothing you can do about it.
RYB: You see it doesn't matter how strong you think you are, how big you think you are, how great you think you are, how much of a difference you are going to make. It is all of no consequence. The fact of the matter is, when this match is over. You two will NOT be standing. You will be out cold. The sad part is, there's not a damn thing you two or your manager can do about it.
SS: You've made a big mistake by underestimating us. Just like every other tag team. You're going to learn, and it's going to be soon, that we are the strongest force in the GLCW.
RYB: My best advice to you guys is to call up Scott, tell him you forfeit the match. Save yourselves unnecessary embarassment. Because you two, my friends, are just, how did you put it? Stepping Stones for Martial Law. You two, are just the warm-up before the big fight. Because it won't be long until we get our rightfully deserved second chance at those straps, and when that time comes, the monarchy of Martial Law will begin.
(Fade to black)